Devil’s Elevator
I was safer when I had nothing.
Nobody bargains
for an empty soul.
Now every door I ever wanted opens—
and I don't trust
who's holding it.
Used to dream about the money.
Used to dream about the room.
Used to wonder what it felt like when everybody noticed you.
Now the invitations multiply.
Everybody knows a guy.
Everybody's got an offer.
Everybody's got a price.
Pretty faces. Easy favors.
Hands that stay a little long.
People telling me exactly
what I want to hear is wrong.
Funny how the higher you climb,
the sweeter every poison gets.
Nobody tempted me with kingdoms when I couldn't pay the rent.
The bigger I get,
the harder it is to hide from the devil.
When I had nothing,
he walked right past me.
Now he meets me on every level.
Money on the table.
Bodies in the room.
Power saying: Take it.
Nobody has to know.
The bigger I get,
the harder it is to hide from the devil.
Now people laugh before I'm funny.
That's when shit gets dangerous.
Doors unlock before I knock.
Suddenly rules get negotiable.
People who ignored my number suddenly remember me.
And temptation gets persuasive when it comes dressed as opportunity.
I used
to think the devil
would look evil when he came.
Turns out sometimes he's attractive.
Sometimes
he knows your name.
He doesn't kick the door in.
He doesn't need to fight.
He just waits until you're powerful enough to think you're always right.
The bigger I get,
the harder it is to hide from the devil.
Every new floor
comes with another beautiful level.
Greed says more.
Lust says now. Pride says: You earned this.
Take it all.
The bigger I get,
the harder it is to hide from the devil.
Here's the part
I don't say out loud:
I don't know if I'd recognize
the moment I went too far.
Because nobody wakes up evil.
You make one exception.
Then another.
Then success starts calling
your worst instincts
confidence.
And the devil doesn't say: “Become me.”
He says:
“You deserve this.”
The bigger I get,
the harder it is to hide from the devil.
He doesn't live below
me. He rides the elevator.
Every win gets louder.
Every line gets thinner.
And every time I tell myself I'd never become that sinner— I
hear him laughing: “Not yet.” (hahaha) The
bigger I get, the harder it is to hide. I
was safer when I had nothing.
Now the devil knows my name.